Gacha games can't save this bizarre world.

Mr. Adams couldn't stop thinking about the turkey he ate for Thanksgiving last year.

Zhao Hao couldn't ignore his future father-in-law's earnest expectations!

The problem is that I didn't get a turkey this year, so I had to make a magic lemon roasted turkey to make do.

This stuff restores life and spiritual energy; it's highly beneficial even for ordinary people.

However, what Zhao Hao didn't know was that Mr. Adams wasn't reminiscing about the taste of the fast-legged turkey, but rather about the night after he ate it.

It's amazing how powerful we are after such a good tonic! The Adams haven't had such a harmonious and enjoyable night in years.

If Zhao Hao knew, why bother with all that effort! Give him ten sets of the luxurious gold royal suit, guaranteed to make Mr. Adams remember this unforgettable Thanksgiving for ten years to come.

However, while having a turkey dinner that evening, Colt called again.

Zhao Hao hid in the bathroom to answer the phone, since mobile phones weren't available yet and he couldn't let anyone see him.

"Hello? Happy Thanksgiving! Goodbye!"

Zhao Hao was about to hang up when Colt, having mastered his skills, blurted out, "It's an urgent mission involving the Lord of the Flies! You need to come quickly, it could cause a major incident. It's extremely important, you'll get five times the overtime..."

Zhao Hao: You're going to say ten things when I say one, right?

"Okay, then please wait a moment."

Zhao Hao really didn't want to work overtime, but he had no choice. There were too few perception-type talents, and the accuracy and precision of psionic technology's detection were insufficient. Many missions would be very difficult without Zhao Hao.

But Zhao Hao didn't want to miss this rare family gathering, so he came up with a plan to operate on two fronts simultaneously. Let's create a clone!

It's been a while since I've used an alternate account to cause trouble!

……

Soon, "Zhao Hao No. 1 - Doll Master Chanem" arrived at the scene.

Colt stood with his hands on his hips under a streetlamp, watching several black-clad agents go in and out of the house.

For the safety and property of the Amis people, on Thanksgiving, a day for family reunion, our mysterious bureau chief is still fighting on the front line. He works tirelessly, sets an example, and is willing to sacrifice his life... What kind of spirit is this?

As dusk settled, the streetlights shone above his head, reflecting a dazzling halo of light, much like a halo of Buddha's aura.

For a moment, Zhao Hao thought he was about to achieve immortality!

However, when Colt saw Zhao Hao arrive, he swallowed the last piece of pizza, drank his coffee in one gulp, then shoved a stack of documents into Zhao Hao's hand, and then flicked his wrist to reveal a watch worth $100,000.

"It's getting late, I'm heading back now. I have a date tonight, and I thought I'd drop by since I was passing by. Oh, and you there, could you explain the situation to Zhao Hao?"

After saying that, he casually got into the most expensive sports car on the market, which the bureau had provided for him, and sped away.

Zhao Hao looked up at the streetlights overhead: "I was mistaken. It was Colt's bald head reflecting light!"

Zhao Hao glanced at the agent beside him, "Hey you, tell me what's going on!"

"Ah, it's like this, Mr. Zhao. According to information from the Equipment Department, our mission this time is very likely related to last year's Lord Fly..."

He suddenly whispered, "According to Mr. Feynman's speculation, the key to this mission is 'The Lord of the Flies's Gift.' The Information Department says it's very likely that the Lord of the Flies left something here with us before he went to Europe..."

"What are the specific details?"

"A biological scientist invented some kind of technology, but it's obvious he experimented on himself, and something went wrong. We initially thought it was a normal aberration event, but it wasn't. He was extremely powerful, estimated to be at least a Black Iron 4-star level psionic, with a complex and numerous set of abilities, and he was growing rapidly..."

"Most importantly, he is infectious..."

Chapter 272 You've ruined my appetite, you rascal!

Foley was an orphan who was left at the gate of an orphanage as an infant. He had nothing on him except a piece of parchment with the word "Fly" written on it.

He was exceptionally intelligent and stood out from the crowd from a young age. By the age of 20, he had already completed his undergraduate studies at Stanford's School of Biology and had earned the appreciation of his mentors, participating in many research projects.

Forty years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Originally, Foley was exceptionally bright and stood out among his peers, but in the field of scientific research, where geniuses abound, he gradually became just another face in the crowd.

Now that he's getting older and hasn't achieved anything particularly remarkable, his edges have gradually been smoothed out.

Until last year, in September, after the outbreak of the "mass collective mental disorder infection" (the official cover-up of the Gluttony Cult's descent into the Lord of the Flies), he suddenly started having frequent dreams.

My dreams are filled with bizarre and fantastical scenes, seemingly plausible words, and obscure and indescribable sounds.

Although he didn't get enough rest during that period, his inspiration flowed like a spring. Every day he was both exhausted and excited.

He suddenly figured out several scientific research problems, completed his own research projects, and came up with many valuable research projects and directions.

After the initial excitement, he chose to specialize in a project on "gene modulation and synthesis," attempting to compensate for human genetic defects and completely solve most diseases, including cancer!

If the project succeeds, he can cure all diseases in humanity and even achieve perfection in all aspects of physical health. He will be remembered in history and become a great man! He will become a savior!

During that period, he was extremely enthusiastic, spending every day in the laboratory conducting experiments, organizing data, and adjusting equipment, neglecting to eat or sleep.

It was as if an invisible force was supporting his frail body as he completed his arduous research, which continued through the night.

In October of this year, his research finally made a crucial breakthrough.

He modified the genes of a fruit fly to make it stronger, more powerful, and faster, and it did not die as quickly as the other test subjects.

Excited, he began experimenting on other organisms.

However, the experiment encountered a second challenge. While it succeeded in fruit flies with limited genetic information and simpler gene fragments, this process was thousands of times more difficult in the more complex and advanced mammals!

After yet another sleepless night of research, he realized with immense frustration that he was unlikely to achieve the project's original goals. It seemed he could only create super flies, not superhumans.

Success is as beautiful as failure is.

The countless praises he received when his inspiration struck have now turned into silent laughter. The feeling of omnipotence has vanished, replaced by utter emptiness and frustration.

What made him even more desperate was that, because of more than a year of frantic research, his beloved girlfriend had fallen for someone else.

When he saw her again, she had just come out of a man's house, her hair disheveled and her face flushed.

Fai's girlfriend walked past him without any expression.

At that moment, he finally understood. He seemed to hear the sound of glass breaking, and he understood the obscure murmur in his dream. He was enlightened!

"That's right. If I could create a super fly and then add the fly's superior genes into the human genome, wouldn't that be indirectly creating a superhuman?"

In his madness and breakdown, he chose to experiment on himself.

The experiment was a success. After being injected with the super fly gene, he became powerful, robust, agile, intelligent, quick-reacting, and had excellent dynamic vision... He became a superhuman!

He became handsome and charming, easily winning the praise and admiration of his colleagues and easily winning back his ex-girlfriend. At night, he was incredibly energetic, exercising for two or three hours straight, leaving his ex-girlfriend hoarse from shouting.

However, three days later, the Fly Demon was born.

His transformation seemed to happen in an instant; he froze for a moment, then seemed to hear someone speaking. Then he suddenly ripped off his own face, the skin splitting to reveal a fly-man covered in black bristles!

There is no prior information about this new monster; all that is known is that it feeds on the tears of intelligent beings (or uses them to enhance its strength), and that its long, forked, hairy tongue can infect the eyes of its victims.

There is a type of spiritual parasite that feeds on tears and parasitizes the eyes.

If the person dies, the parasite also dies. But if the person lives, the parasite will eat into the victim's eyes and continue to develop.

It's still early in the season, and we don't yet know what the second stage of the parasite will look like, but this new, infectious parasite is not a good thing.

"So what? Find him and kill him?" Zhao Hao asked.

“That would be perfect! But the research department wants to capture it alive, but the monster’s strength is…” The agent wanted to explain, but Zhao Hao waved him off.

I'm really pressed for time; I need to go back and eat turkey.

Even though I'm in two places at once, nothing beats the ultimate enjoyment of eating turkey. The sooner I finish, the sooner I can go home!

The owner of the house was the victim, a woman living alone.

She was luckier than the previous five or six victims; she did not die after being attacked by the fly demon Foley, and a salesman knocked on her door and rescued her.

At this point, the salesman had already been "photographed (memory erased)" and released, while the woman was taken back to the Mysterious Bureau's medical department for research and treatment.

Zhao Hao recruited a small team of fully armed black-clad special agents, who brought with them a lot of equipment for capturing prisoners alive, and they entered the house.

The physical and psionic traces in the room were clearly visible, and Zhao Hao even found a black bristle on the ground.

A medical officer, dressed in a hazmat suit, collected the black hair with tweezers.

This thing is stiff, like the hairs on an insect, not animal hair.

"Did they escape through the window?" Zhao Hao leaned out of the window and saw footprints on the roof.

“You all follow me down here…”

After tracking for more than twenty minutes, the trail disappeared into an abandoned old building.

"The target is hiding in this area. Call in more men to storm in! Capture them alive if you can, otherwise just kill them. Bring in the best equipment! Don't listen to those idiots from the Storage Department and the Research Department. It's not them who will die! Let them capture them themselves if they want them alive!"

Once Zhao Hao assigned the task, he had to fulfill his support role and provide encouragement from behind.

Unexpectedly, the fly demon had already increased its psionic power by consuming a lot of tears, reaching the level of Black Iron 5!

His various abilities were enhanced. His two antenna-like tentacles sensed the sounds in the air, the hair on his legs sensed the vibrations of the ground, and his compound eyes detected the brilliance of psionic energy. He discovered Zhao Hao and the black-clad agents in advance!

Just as reinforcements were rushing over, a dark figure suddenly leaped out of a window of the abandoned three-story building with incredible speed. In almost an instant, it covered more than twenty meters, knocking over the three black-clad agents blocking Zhao Hao's way, grabbing Zhao Hao, and then taking off and disappearing into another abandoned low-rise building!

"Damn it! Protect Mr. Zhao! Quick, break in!"

Downstairs, the black-clad agents were in complete chaos. Some were firing shots at the windows, some were calling for backup over the radio, and some were rushing into the building to carry out a rescue.

However, the Fly Demon had a reason for choosing this building; it was a place he had arranged beforehand. The stairwells were blocked off, and the rooms were sealed with some kind of secretion-like substance, making it difficult to enter.

This fly demon, Foley, was exceptionally intelligent from a young age, and apart from being ruined by women, he didn't suffer any major losses.

As the saying goes, a cunning rabbit has three burrows, and he knew that, so he had another hidden hideout nearby.

At this moment, the fly demon had three pairs of arms, two huge protruding red compound eyes on its head that obscured its gaze, a pair of antennae on its head, two large transparent wings on its back, and many black bristles on its body.

To be honest, at this point it was just a humanoid shape, practically a mutated humanoid fly!

He wrapped his arms tightly around Zhao Hao, his head only twenty centimeters away from Zhao Hao's.

On the other side, the Fly Demon Foley laughed in a strange voice and with emphasis, "I've never tasted the tears of a psychic!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his tongue, which was more than 20 centimeters long, twisted, forked, and covered with fine hairs, and licked it toward Zhao Hao's eyes.

Just as Elena was calling him to eat, Zhao Hao suddenly stopped and put down his chopsticks.

Elena asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Hao forced a smile: "It's nothing, I just choked. I'll drink some juice to calm myself down!"

"Damn it! I can't take it anymore!" Zhao Hao, the clone, suddenly cursed, startling the Fly Demon Fulei.